Model Behavior | Zendaya

Chapter Seven

I look at the dirty motel mirror to see my ragged dress and my dirty face. I sigh and turned on the facet to reveal the clean water, I splash it on my face and take a clean towel and to dry myself. I want to take a warm shower, and go to sleep, but I still have my dress on.
My thoughts are interrupted by my cell phone, which I thought it was dead. I pick it up tiredly and see that my mom was calling. I haven't heard from her in a couple of months. I laugh. Well, not from her, exactly. I talk to my dad, and at the end of the conversation Dad tells me he loves me and that mom says hi. I don't think the last part is true.
I hesitate as I swipe it, "Hey."
I can hear her smirk behind the phone, "Cia! How are you? How are your studies?" I shake my head and go back into my room and sit on my bed. My head is already hurting.
"I'm on spring break." I say to her. "How is Dad?"
"You are? Perfect timing! It's time for you to come to New York for awhile."
What? No way. I didn't want to be bothered with her. "What for?"
"Your sister is getting married!" Mom squeals in excitement. I laugh darkly. My sister getting married? To who?
"Since when have you and Dad talked to Cara?" I ask. Cara has moved out of state, just like I moved to go to college in LA. Cara moved to Atlanta. I always hated her. I'll explain that later.
"Ive talked to her," She says. My eyes widen. Mom didn't like Cara as much. She didn't like me as much either, but Cara wasn't hers. Dad cheated.
"How long has she been engaged?" I ask.
"8 months." She tells me. Eight months, and I didn't know, "The wedding is in a couple of days in the city. Bring anyone you like, we'll pay for it." I bit my lip thinking about my options. I could have the rest of my spring break in LA or New York. I smile at the thought of showing everyone around the city.
"Okay," I say, "I'll see you then."

AN: I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a while! Writers block 😩 vote/comment ✨